Happily dissatisfied

I made sure to bifurcate between what’s real and what’s fate

I linked fate with destiny and then I offered you up as bait

You foolish man who went up there

Seizing those opportunities which were not rare.

I took nature away from you and gave you money. Just a residue.

I took your life, I took your mind and caged it in an eternal bind

You want freedom, I say you have to earn it

But how will you earn it, when I know I will burn it.

Freedom you desire is the child of slavery, on which many a soul lost their bravery

All you had was a mirage and you named it freedom,

I pity you, you desolate image in an unwelcomed mirror.

‘I’ and ‘you’ are both the same. I live in ‘you’ and you live in other plane.

There you are desolate and not required, while I lived here and kept the master sired.

‘I’ live in everyone and so do ‘You’.

‘I’ controlled everyone but could not control ‘You’

‘You’ still exist as a seperate entity

And trust me, it is the key to the freedom of humanity.

Wrath of silence

I found a tool to express myself, a way to de-link myself,

From the worldly anthem, from the manly lord,

From those people who never let you free and roam.

Far beyond their reach this tool took me to places, where I saw people going half crazy…

I used it as a shield and from behind it, I kept an eye,

Their eye when met my I, they fought a battle,

my body wasn’t hurt but my thoughts were…

Comfortably numb, I was walking on a path,

Healing my mind with illusion and wrath,

Physically I walked amidst those tyrannical rules,

Mentally I saw them making people fool.

What a shame! I thought while walking past them,

I didn’t realised what a fool I am!

The world in which I live feeds on people like  me.

The illusion of freedom mocked my wrath, 

It turned into someone who controls my path.

I thus got trapped in my own mind and became a prey to my own kind.

A difficult war

The time has come to take a stand

The minute has come to avenge yourself,

These moments, these seconds will decide my road

Which one should I take- the less travelled or the one travelled more… 

Deep in my soul I know what I want

I know it because I feel it in my heart 

But this heart was soon ambushed by love and care, 

And only my outer body was spared. 

My mind soon started to join the killers, 

My heart,  brave enough,  never liked thrillers

Soon my body became a battleground 

Leaving my soul scarred and down. 

The wounded soul knows where to go

She rooted for heart and let the brain know-

That all its politics, all its weapons

Will meet their end by her strong determination. 

Happy independence day! <3

The essence of our freedom had its roots deeply dug in the soil of history which was cultivated with the spilling of innocent blood. The fruit of freedom which we enjoy today is very expensive but the sad part is that many people are not able to understand its price.

Many pious souls who also had their own families to take care of, went out of their houses to fight with that malicious and devilish colonial rule who was sucking the life out of our country. They fought for us. They did it for those people who were not even born at that time. They did it for those with whom they share no blood relations but what did we do? A question whose answer I guess is resting in the Bermuda triangle!

On this very day we got freedom from the colonial rule. We got freedom from their assertion, from their hegemony over us and we got it because of the selfless acts shown by our ancestors. This should be the day where we pay respect to them but some of us, I don’t know why, are raising the follies of our nation. Associating those kind of issues with our independence is an insult to the hard struggles with which our heroes went through.

It should be the day where we make commitments to our society, commitment to ourselves that no matter what the situation is, we’ll try to make it better for the people around us. Instead of finding faults in everything, they should spend their time in finding the solutions. It should be celebrated as the day of joy not as the day of finding faults!

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